The Persian Fritillary , Or Persian Lily , Reminds Me A Lot Of Nightmare Sans In Both Appearance And

I don't know your family's Secrets,

But I know your dad bakes tasty pies,

And I don't know what's your favourite player,

But I know you play soccer on tuesdays,

And I never learnt your birthday,

But I'll be to your party with a gift,

And I don't remember your favourite colour,

But I know you like to paint,

And I don't recall your favourite anime's name,

But It reminds me of you whenever I find any.

I don't wish to know

any of these things I don't know,

Because to make you euphoric

is somebody else's Duty,

My Role

Is Just to make you happy.

And It might seem contradictory

(If only because we convinced ourselves

That affection is in intimacy

Alone)

I love you.

Eu acho que comi uma minhoca.

Talvez você estivesse entre elas,

Debatendo-se onde a luz é pouca,

Você gritava suas mazelas.

Porque tu, amor, não é mais que verme

— amo-te unicamente por ser verme:

Só ama ao parasita o compatriota,

O só simbiota ao só simbiota.

Meu amor, quando nos consumimos,

Somos animais ou antropófagos?

Quando deixamos de ser indivíduos,

Ainda regem as leis aos nossos afagos?

Devorei-te por ser podre, no final.

Diz o público que sou o que como,

Portanto, passo a comer quem sou:

Somos o sumo mutual consumo,

A ouroboros de um deus frugal.

( Juntamo-nos em um ser somente:

No suicídio vivemos eternamente,

Na dissonância, se ouve consoante:

"Não te amaria se fosse gente")

go back to sleep puppy *holds chlorophyll over your face*

16 April, 1939 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

EVERYTHING HURTS WHY CAN I NOT GET RID PF THE DIRT. IVE LEGIT SCRUBBED MYSELF UNTIL I BLED AJD IT IS STILL NOT EOIGH, IM ITCHING SO FUCKING BAD

> Needy robot girl who put her charging station by the door so she can be right there when you get home

> Clingy robot girl who is always "accidentally" getting dented or damaged so you'll do her maintenance

> Clingy robot girl who insists on you letting her use your phone as a "body" so she can be carried around in your pocket all day

> Needy robot girl who spend the entire day meticulously doing chores with absolute precision and to absolute perfection so that you'll praise her when you get home

> Needy robot girl who worries you'll replace her because of that one time 2 years ago that she ran out of power in the middle of her housework

> Clingy robot girl who sends push notifications to you if you spend too much time on the computer or your phone without giving her attention

> Needy robot girl who cooling fans because noticeably louder when you hold her hand

> Needy robot girl how has an entire folder on her hard drive dedicated to picture of the two of you together

> Needy robot girl. . . (Its me, I'm the needy robot girl [^-^])

would you still love me if i was a worm?

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Does anyone else, like, feel like they're overdosing and dying from how amazing HDG is? Cuz like I can't read more than like a chapter or 2 of literally any fic before I have to take a multi hour break full of stimming and anything else or I feel like imma explode but like from happiness. It's weird. I thought I might get used to it as I read more but nope. I'm like 5 stories in and I still can't handle reading more at a time! I love it but grrrrrrrr I wanna read more!

the death is kind.